Met a girl at the ball - fell for her at first sight. Spoke a bit and relished the joy. Going home, I reflect on her in another's arms; and I'm sad for the end of something that never even begun. The audacity of hope!
She was Mercedes and she was so beautiful. With eyes as round, cheeks as firm, body as curved and lips as cute - a perfect muse.
Maybe in another time, maybe in another life. Today you call me a new friend - but then it hurts that there's one better than I.
A truly bitter-sweet feeling; To have fallen in love with a beautiful stranger. Indeed Barack was right - hope really does hold a level of audacity; especially for this one which is worth nothing but lonely regrets!
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